Chapter 399 - A Powerful Opponent
The Legend of the Dragon King
Tang Wulinâs arms began moving faster and faster, his hammers thundering down upon the titanium crystal like a raging storm. Although forging hammers didnât have a standard weight, hammers were generally better if they weighed more. Tang Wulinâs hammers certainly werenât light. In spite of that, he swung them easily, his arms resembling a windmill as he continuously struck the titanium crystal. Crisp metallic notes resounding throughout the arena, and the sounds soon began ringing out so fast that they blended together to form one clear, everlasting note. The music of a craftsman filled the air. It was a wondrous experience for everyone in the audience.
Tang Wulin circled the metal as he forged it, continuously adjusting the angle of his strikes, but as time passed, no change seemed to occur to the titanium crystalâs mass. It was almost as if Tang Wulinâs strikes were too soft.
Can you even call that forging? Many of the spectating blacksmiths doubted Tang Wulinâs forging method. Although they were shocked by how precise Tang Wulinâs control was, they didnât see how such light taps could be effective for refining the metal. Is he just using a flashy technique to try and show off? All that matters in the end is how much he can purify the metal! Heâs only got thirty minutes. Thereâs no way heâll be able to finish in time with such a gentle forging technique!
Tang Wulinâs forging astonished He Xiaopeng as well. The rhythmic hammering sent shivers down his spine, but a moment later, he regained his wits and turned his attention back to his own table.
The worst thing that could happen when two blacksmiths forged in close proximity was one being disturbed by the other. He Xiaopeng was just a youth, but he had started blacksmithing at a young age. His foundation as a blacksmith was impressive, and he easily pushed any distractions out of his mind. He made himself deaf to Tang Wulinâs hammering and focused on his own work.
Of all the blacksmiths present, only Feng Wuyu subtly nodded in approval of Tang Wulinâs actions, a proud smile forming on his lips.
âWhy is he forging like that?â Zhuo Shi couldnât help but ask Feng Wuyu. He may have been the powerful Scarlet Dragon Douluo, but he knew little more than the next person when it came to blacksmithing.
At that moment, possibly because he was overcome with pride in Tang Wulin, Feng Wuyu didnât just outright patronize Zhuo Shi. âLook carefully. It might look like Wulin is forging it very gently, but each strike carries just enough force to penetrate the titanium crystal. Although it hasnât reduced in size, the golden threads inside the metal are being manipulated, almost as if he were spinning silk from it. Heâs straightening the golden threads first so he can find the veins and life source of the titanium crystal. Once he accomplishes that, he will then awaken its spirit. Heâs forging it from inside out! This is the most suitable forging method for a high-quality metal like titanium crystal. Of course, laymen like you would never have heard of this. Only blacksmiths rank fifth and above are capable of using this technique, and even then, not everyone can do it.â
Feng Wuyu chuckled with satisfaction. âJust you wait. Youâll see how skilled my disciple is!â
Zhuo Shi rolled his eyes at Feng Wuyuâs smug expression, but didnât bother responding. He was just happy that someone knew how talented his granddisciple was.
And Feng Wuyu was right. Anyone watching closely would be able to see the golden threads within Tang Wulinâs piece of titanium crystal gradually transforming. The rough edges of the metal started becoming smooth, and most importantly, the golden threads shone brighter and brighter as he continued to hammer the metal.
It was then that He Xiaopeng finally started his forging process. He pushed the button on the table and a glowing hot piece of titanium crystal appeared. Unlike Tang Wulinâs piece, the golden threads within He Xiaopengâs couldnât be seen at all. It simply looked like a ball of fire.
A pair of pitch-black hammers appeared in He Xiaopengâs hands, and he struck with both hammers. Two thundering bangs resounded throughout the arena. The titanium crystal quivered from the impacts, but thanks to the calcining process, it didnât shatter. He Xiaopeng continued forging like so. His method was no different from what other blacksmiths considered the norm. His hammers descended like lightning, the boom of each strike ringing out in unison.
While Tang Wulinâs forging sounded like the pitter patter of symphonic rain, He Xiaopengâs was a raging thunderstorm! Each and every one of his strikes rumbled. One blacksmith worked as fast as possible while the other progressed slow and steady. Their forging styles were on the opposite ends of the spectrum.
The blacksmiths in the audience guessed that Tang Wulin was using some special forging technique, but they couldnât fathom why he chose a different method from He Xiaopeng.
âHey.â Zheng Yiran nudged Yang Nianxia who stood beside her. âIf it were you, would you do the same thing as Tang Wulin?â
Yang Nianxia answered in a hushed tone. âI would do what He Xiaopeng is doing. Heâs relying on the strength of his hammer strikes to untangle the golden threads within the titanium crystal and purify it. However, this method is difficult to us because of the metalâs strength and brittleness. The titanium crystal has to be heated to a really high temperature and one has to have perfect control over their hammers to use that method. If He Xiaopeng uses too much strength, the metal will shatter. Too little strength, and nothing will happen. It takes a lot of skill and practice to control hammers that well. Heâs definitely a better blacksmith than me. He should be a fourth-rank blacksmith. This will definitely be a good show.â
âWhat about Tang Wulin?â Zheng Yiran asked.
Yang Nianxia furrowed his brow. âI canât make sense of what heâs doing. It might be accurate to say heâs using gentleness to forge the hardness, but Iâm not sure why heâs doing that for titanium crystal. He probably has his own reasons.â
âYou sure have a lot of faith in his skills.â Zheng Yiran raised an eyebrow. âAre you sure we wonât lose this match?â
Yang Nianxia smiled wryly. âIâve always thought of myself as crafty, but the Class President is just downright two-faced! That guy doesnât do anything if he isnât confident heâll succeed. Besides, blacksmithing is his forte. He can even forge a spirit alloy for a piece of one-word battle armor. Do you really think he could lose? To me, thatâs impossible! Oh, right. Donât you know? Heâs a fifth-rank blacksmith.â
âIâm not a blacksmith. How would I know?â Zheng Yiran began to stare at Yang Nianxia in astonishment as this news registered in her mind. âWait, whereâd you hear that?â
âDo you really need to ask? He has a spirit alloy! It normally takes a sixth-rank blacksmith to forge a spirit alloy. Thereâs no way heâs at the sixth rank, so heâs got to be at the fifth! He is really talented after all.â
Fifth-rank... The thought made Zheng Yiran feel shame. Tang Wulin was only in the first grade, yet he was a fifth-rank blacksmith! Never before in Shrek Academy history had a blacksmith as talented as him appeared. And, out of all the professions, it was the hardest to advance as a blacksmith!
Seconds ticked by, and soon enough, fifteen minutes had passed for Tang Wulin. He only had another fifteen remaining.
Judging by how much smaller each titanium crystal had become, He Xiaopeng was the clear winner. His piece had shrunk by one-tenth of its original size and it showed no signs of cracking. This was a testament to his skill. In contrast, Tang Wulinâs piece was now orange, but it hadnât shrunk at all. Indeed, such gentle strikes couldnât possibly reduce the titanium crystalâs mass.
Tang Wulin didnât look concerned. His entire being was focused on forging, his eyes narrowed as he swung his hammers at a steady pace.
All of a sudden, an earsplitting boom shook the arena as He Xiaopeng slammed his hammers into his titanium crystal one final time. A beam of brilliant golden light shot out of it, reaching a foot into the air.
It had been first-grade thousand refined with spirit!
Cries of astonishment echoed from off-stage. The appearance of the beam of light signalled a successful thousand refining, and a first-grade one at that! A first-grade thousand refined metal simply couldnât be compared to normal metal.
He Xiaopeng put away his hammers and stepped back. His chest moved up and down as he worked to catch his breath. The beam of light persisted for a few seconds then gradually dispersing.
He Xiaopeng was now finished forging. All he needed to do now was let the metal slowly cool down from its glowing red state.